Firstly, I am amused by the sheer coincidence of the first line (plus the fic's setting & theme) and this week's fm prompt, also posted today.
I just read it and - my word, you weren't kidding about the similarities! *scratches head* I don't know, post the finale, I've had to re-evaluate my view of Sloane's capacity for self-sacrifice. Namely, I've had to chalk it up to the 'feelgood shopping' factor used in the selection of charities - which of these good deeds will yield more 'feelgood' vibes, either through karma or through knowing I'm benevolent. I'm not that comfortable with Sloane being that self-centric, actually, so I like the TM version ebtter - Pandora, rather than Prometheus.
Secondly, love the ficlet, the Jack voice, and his take on Sloane and his malaise. And of course it is full of your very own poetry.
Awww, thank you, you are so sweet. :)
I go for a Pandora image, you go for Prometheus. Go figure. (Well, and Jesus.) Of course, both Jack and Arvin are living corpses bereft of their old purposes and in search of new ones at this point...
Once you go Greek, you can never go back! *g* Honestly, it would be fun to read this as a greek tragic play, dotcha think? the whole saga of the men who would be kings, and the daughters caught between them...
I just read it and - my word, you weren't kidding about the similarities! *scratches head* I don't know, post the finale, I've had to re-evaluate my view of Sloane's capacity for self-sacrifice. Namely, I've had to chalk it up to the 'feelgood shopping' factor used in the selection of charities - which of these good deeds will yield more 'feelgood' vibes, either through karma or through knowing I'm benevolent. I'm not that comfortable with Sloane being that self-centric, actually, so I like the TM version ebtter - Pandora, rather than Prometheus.
Secondly, love the ficlet, the Jack voice, and his take on Sloane and his malaise. And of course it is full of your very own poetry.
Awww, thank you, you are so sweet. :)
I go for a Pandora image, you go for Prometheus. Go figure. (Well, and Jesus.) Of course, both Jack and Arvin are living corpses bereft of their old purposes and in search of new ones at this point...
Once you go Greek, you can never go back! *g* Honestly, it would be fun to read this as a greek tragic play, dotcha think? the whole saga of the men who would be kings, and the daughters caught between them...
*loves their messed up ness to bits*
*joins in the love*
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